MTL - The Promotion Record of A Crown Princess-Chapter 16 Bring the prince back to her family! (8)

Chapter 16 takes the prince back to her family! (8) The room was cold and silent. I felt that my head was getting dizzy and turned a little bit. I closed my eyes hard and blinked again, and the heavens and the earth turned as usual...

A delicate figure rushed over to me and shouted: "The maiden -"

The half-drawn bottle in my hand was taken away. I turned and hugged her waist. Well, it was fragrant and warm, thin and soft... It was a hedge. I finally let my heart shut and closed my eyes and smiled. : "The hedge, or two of us... sleep."

After that, I slid down her knees along the soft curve of the hedge, and forced it to copy, and the hedge was not moving.

Hey, hedges, hedges, you really should lose weight, look slim, the weight is really not light. However, I know that I can’t say fat to a woman, even if it’s full, so I chose to shut up quite clearly, but I’m just fighting hard... The hedge is screaming and finally I’m overturned, by the way. Pull me down to the ground.

I laughed, laughter, and my body was light but was hugged.

Oops, the woman is weak, but I am not good, so I counterattacked, holding the hedge to put me in the air, a pound fell to pull her down, turned over and pressed her underneath, touching her face with her hand: "Baby ,I love you……"

The hedge didn't respond at first, I was only shy when she was, leaning over her forehead and gently stalking down, whispering when she was light and heavy, and when she kissed her lips, she finally had a little reaction.

I laughed, relatives, and squeaky... The 18-like craftsmanship took turns, and after a while, the hedges were smashed. When the two men were naked, my hand touched the chest of the hedge, and I was disappointed.

Damn! Was fooled by this girl, this is a peach, it is clearly raisins!

However, we are a quality hooligan, and we must not hurt the soul of the crush.

So, I went down to the ear of the hedge... oh? The chest is not touched, and the touch is still very good!

Get up, touch again, or raisins... squat, a sip, and a peach... So toss a few times, I was dizzy, and even more confused.

Is it raisin or peach?

I looked at the hedges in a puzzled way. In the double shadow, the face of the hedge was also a lot bigger. It was already brows and wrinkles, and the sweat was dripping... The hands on the back suddenly forced hard, and the hedges turned around. The hedges were mainly anti-customers, and they pressed me. Under the body.

I like the crush of self-reliance!

Being crushed by a man is a tragic thing, but being crushed by a crush is a kind of happiness, so I lay down happily, with my head and arms folded, and whispered at the hedge: "comeon, baby!"

The hedge was encouraged by me, and I was more enthusiastic. I leaned over and kissed me... I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Just, Hedgerow, you really should lose weight...

Oh, you have to crush me! My hand finally couldn't stand, and I had to pull it out to push the hedge.

Hey? How did it become raisins again?

Damn! Now it's not a problem with raisins and peaches, but a hedge, you are too heavy, and I can't get up! I have to pant and remind me: "Light, light, don't be excited... Hey, hey... Don't be jealous, don't be jealous, wrong, wrong, sit, sit, not like this... Hey... Don't go!...... Ah! Don't hit... It will be a bump... ah!!"

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The world is finally in the darkness... I started to dream again. This time, there are no green snakes, no big melons... only the boundless sea and the bumpy boats...

When I opened my eyes again, the room was still black. Although I couldn’t see it clearly, I felt that I was lying alone next to me. I closed my breath, reached out, and pointed my fingers along the silky satin. Touch it slowly.

The first thing I touched was the hand, the palm was warm and dry, the fingers were slender, and the joints were obvious...

This is not the hedge hand!

I suddenly sat up from the bed and looked at the man in amazement.

The man did not move, still lying quietly.

Except for the Prince, who can still be so calm in the bed of Prince Edward?

I still have a little bit of heart, whispered and asked: "You...?"

Qi Wei did not hear back. After a while, he suddenly called: "Head lights!"

The footsteps came from outside the bed, and then the outside lighted up. The rosy light came in through the account. I saw the lie in the bed and it was the prince of the cloak.

I am a little bit tired, nothing happens.

Qi Qi slowly sat up, the smooth long hair slipped from the shoulder, covering his tough lines, looking under the dim light, this kid really looks very handsome.

However, then his mother is also a man!

I jumped out of bed with anger, and I took a pair of trousers from the bedside clothes and put it on my body. When I put it on, I realized that the trousers are fat and big. I rubbed it. This is the trousers. So, my mother and his mother took off and fled to the bed, bending over to look for my own clothes.

I actually let a man give it up, I actually got a man, I actually... For a time, I think it’s better to die.

I really didn't dare to look back at the bed, and the belt ran out without a tie.

When I went out, I bumped into the hedge. The girl was very excited. She came up hard and hugged me. I whispered my mouth to my ear: "Congratulations to the goddess, Hexi Niangniang!"

I was hugged by the hedge, I couldn’t get away, I couldn’t escape, I wanted to cry without tears.

The hedge is red and red: "The goddess, the slaves have prepared a fragrant soup for you, and you will not hurt if you soak your body."

I really want to shout to her: bubble p! Laozi body is not painful, heartache!

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(End of this chapter)